I got 108 pages in and had to quit. Nothing interesting happened. The characters were annoying AND boring. This was the paragraph that did me in: She opened the front door and took in the milk, carried this to the kitchen, and stowed the bottles away in the fridge. She cleared the dinner dishes from the previous evening and stacked them in the dishwasher, and then laid the table for breakfast. She put coffee on to perk, found bacon and eggs, a packet of cereal. She returned to the sitting room to straighten cushions, remove glasses and coffeecups, light the fire.

It goes on and on like that. This book was a best seller. How boring must somebody's life be to find this worth reading?